We will need nuclear power plants
every hundred miles
tolight the nights.

Who ever put
that big rock
in the sky anyway?

Coyotes will never gather and howl again.
Lunatics will be quiet and docile.
Lovers will park under street lamps
And throw dimes into meters for each kiss.
God! P.G.E. stocks are sky high
And my lover had cramps in her ovaries.
If the moon dies night won't be worth living.
Don't die moon ! Come back and light my dream.